Election day

Every night before an election I go to sleep hoping to wake up and see something like this:



I am perenially disappointed. Nevertheless, tomorrow I hope to do my civic dooty and cast a ballot for Tim Kaine, quite against my interest in preserving my right to own assault rifles, but much in my interest in not having a howling death-penalty psychopath as Virginia's governor.

It's too bad they don't hand out whiskey at the polls any more.